PERFECTION
...the thought falls to me
little have we missed
except the yet to be
a life almost selfish
yet little did I ask
you anticipate
my desires
your beforethoughts
ne'er my tasks
for you fill all the wants
poured the flask
wipe my tears before they fall
my need e'er considered
yours ne'er at all
you read my thoughts
before I voice
it is my choice
feeling so near
could ne'er be taught
though life be fraught
with aftertastes
bittersweets
appetites sated
by perfect recipe
emulsed exquisitely
a gourmet feast
of joy we share....
a toast I hear
the clink of each glass cheek
the words you speak
honor me....
11.02.2012
Barbara H.
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This is NOW FEATURED in Poet's Passion ~
Why is this behaviour so sadly rare?
If the general response was right,
would I find so many victims lying here?
in pixels black and white
across the space you reach to us
with words that so delight
not in the kiss of whispered breath
or touch of flesh and bone
or hand in hand, walk side by side
but soul-sent love alone
for in these words so deeply shared
lies deep affection sent
not writ to boast or misdirect
but honor simply sent
for in-between each word we write
in spaces blank and bare
we find the "you" you cannot hide
alluring, lying there
We cannot write our soul-felt thoughts
convey our hearts desire
and kindle not these slumb'ring coals
to heart-consuming fire
:)
You never, ever know where your lovely words can take one who reads...
Are you licensed to carry all that heat? :)
Lovely poetry, sweet Barbara...
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